Rayah brushes past Nic, Logan holding her hand and Riley shifted in one of her arms. She makes her way upstairs and lets them down, knocking on my door, "JACKIE."
I groan and put a robe on, standing and walking to the door as I open it, "What."
"I need you to babysit," She says, "Like, now."
I moan and shake my head, "I'm busy."
"Busy? Like what?" She asks, arm crossed. I glare at her and slam the door in her face.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard